And That Spell's Name Is Not "Warp Wood"
Marivhon with a miss and Cinder takes a nap. Next round.
Marvihon misses the hawk. The other PCs kind of look away, look down on the ground, Mike the zombie shakes his head sadly.
Brogg smacks up Druid Smallwood, who retaliates with a Cure Light Wounds, healing most of the damage he's taken so far. "Now we seem to be back to square one... except that I am winning! Indeed!"
Dave up to the plate... swing and a miss. It's a disappointing day for the home team here.
The dog, oh nevermind, right, Brogg killed the dog last round. His little collar falls off and rolls pathetically in a small circle. Somewhere, a rawhide will never be chewed again.
The hawk, with a miss on Marivhon.
Abby can't take on the hawk, because she's
just a floating head. Maybe a floating head with oracular powers, as Brogg suspects, but, no, she doesn't get a bite attack.
Marivhon 1s on Druid Smallwood, and glee fills his big brown eyes as he... blogrolls a 12! "Huzzah!" he cries, hitting you for 5 hp total.
Dave smacks Smallwood again... he takes another Goodberry, and attacks back. TONK against the platemail. "Hmm... plate armor... I have just the spell..." he says menacingly.
Hawk on monk, hit for 1, Marivhon you have 1 hp left. Your little life bar starts flashing.
It's getting close people... will the friends of Nature prevail?